Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.